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Hello I Am Julie Marie

I was born in Bloomington, Ill. on August 30, 1962. I already had a brother waiting at home for me. He turned out to be OK although for a few years I had my doubts. I was very cute if I do say so myself. I had dark brown hair and big brown eyes. When I was a real little kid my mom used to fix my hair every morning, sometimes a bun with flowers around it ,sometimes pigtails and the best was when she made long curls and I looked so adorable.

I loved to go all over the neighborhood and visit every day. I would go sit with all the old ladies and talk to them. They always gave me great stuff to eat. My mom used to say I loved everyone as much as I loved her but that wasn't true. She was just silly! I had so many friends and had so much fun!

I started to school and LOVED my teacher. She was so nice and we had lots of fun. I really wasn't feeling very good though and my mom took me to the doctor because she was worried. You KNOW how moms are. He said I probably had a touch of the flu. I got this really bad nosebleed and after awhile I couldn't even stand up. When Mom saw that, well that is when the big stuff really started to happen.

Lotsa times I was in the hospital,a big one in Chicago. I was lonely there because mom had to work. Everyone was nice though and I made lots and lots of new friends. There were THE NEEDLES but mom said that was to keep me well and mom would know so I was very brave. Actually I was much braver than her if I do say so myself. She always cried when she had to leave me at the hospital.

When I wasn't in the hospital though I felt good as new and lots of times everybody thought I would not be sick anymore. I went to school, joined the Brownies, rode my bike and it was great! But I always got sick again. Then this one time I got really sick and they even let my mom come sleep with me at the hospital. They NEVER did that!! I just felt worse and worse so finally I just told my mom I was so very tired and I was going to sleep now. She gave me my Raggedy Ann and I went to sleep.

Well when I woke up I was in the best place. I wasn't sick anymore and I have so many friends. The Grandma's are here and some of the kids from the hospital that they told me had moved away. I wish my mom could see this place because she is very sad that I am not there anymore. She would be so happy.

Oh yeah when I went to sleep that day February 28,1971 I guess I died ,whatever that means. It was something called cancer that caused it. It sure wasn't much fun having it but if it meant I got to come here, well I guess it was OK.

Well I gotta go now! Sure was nice to meet you. My mom wanted me to do this because she says she is the only one who remembers me now. So OK, maybe you will remember me now and that will make her happy. YOU KNOW HOW MOMS ARE!! Oh yeah, her name is Diane Hendricks.

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Why God Takes Children
(By An Unknown Author)

When God calls little children
To dwell with Him above,

We mortals sometimes question
The wisdom of His love,

For no heartache compares with,
The death of one small child,

Who does so much to make our world,
Seem so wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling
The aged to His fold,

So He picks a rosebud
Before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them
And so He takes but few,

To make the land of heaven
More beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult
But somehow we must try,

The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be good-bye.